Eye of the Storm
by Omega Devin
Summary: Fifteen years after her adventures, Sarah's living as a single mother of two just trying to keep herself afloat in the world. When her children are kidnapped, is it an act of revenge of the Goblin King? JS pairing
1. Candy for Silence

**Author's Note:** Labyrinth is the property of Jim Henson and George Lucas.  Not too sure how far this one will get, so try not to get too attached to it.  I still have to finish _The Opposing Pawn_ and all my other multitudes of fanfiction, so this one has lower priority.  But it still doesn't mean you're not allowed to enjoy it.  The title is borrowed from Enigma's song, _Gravity of Love_, which is the most beautiful love song every composed.

**Summary:**  Fifteen years after her adventures, Sarah's living as a single mother of two just trying to keep herself afloat in the world.  When her children are kidnapped, is it an act of revenge of the Goblin King, or is it someone else pulling her into a dangerous game?

Eye of the Storm 

Written by Kyheena (Omega WEAPON)

"_Don't think twice before you listen to your heart,  
Follow the trace for a new start…  
What you need and everything you'll feel,   
Is just a question of the deal…  
In the eye of storm you'll see a lonely dove,  
The experience of survival is the key  
To the gravity of love…"_

                                                ~_Gravity of Love_ by Enigma

**_Chapter One_**

**_Candy for Silence_**

_"Through dangers untold, and hardships unnumbered, I have fought my way here to the castle beyond the Goblin City, to take back the child that you have stolen.  For my will is as strong as yours, and my kingdom is as great…"_

Her voice trailed off and her face screwed up in concentration as she strained to remember what it was that she had suddenly forgotten.

"_And my kingdom is as great…"_

She thought and she thought, fighting the terrible sense of forgetfulness, but every time the words were on the verge of appearing on her tongue they would vanish into nothingness once again.

Frustration overtook her, and she stomped her foot, scowling angrily.  "Ooh, it's not fair!  I can never remember that stupid line!"

From where he lay stretched out on the back lawn, a lanky, nineteen-year-old Toby chuckled.  "Don't think too hard, Sammy.  You'll give yourself wrinkles."

Samantha placed her hands on her hips, sticking her tongue out at the young man and looking remarkably like her mother.  "Uncle Toby, you're so mean!"  She huffed.

"But you know what?  You're still a better actress than you mom ever was."  At this, Sammy giggled in delight.

"You're going to be in so much trouble when I tell her you said that."  Jack said nonchalantly around a mouthful of peanut butter and jelly sandwich, staring intensively into his math homework.  

Toby propped himself up on his elbows, raising an eyebrow at his eleven year old nephew.  "You know what?  You're way too serious for your age, kiddo.  You need to learn to lighten up, or you'll end up just like you're mom."

"Now that's two things I get to tell her."  Jack said with a small, sneaky smile on his mouth.

Toby sighed, knowing that his nephew would, too.  "How many Snickers bars will it take to keep you quiet?"

"Five."

The tall blond snorted.  "If your mom doesn't kill me for calling Sammy a better actress…which she is…" He gave a smile and a wink towards Samantha, and the eight-year-old giggled.  "Then she'll definitely have it in for me if she knew I was giving you so much sugar.  I'll give you two."

"Make it four."

"Three."

"Deal." Jack never even looked up from his homework during the negotiations for his silence.

Toby chuckled, lying back on the grass, throwing one arm over his eyes.  "You drive a hard bargain, kid."  High overhead, deep gray storm clouds glided lazily across the sky, and even though the air was warm, the breeze was cool and brought with it the promising smell of rain.  The tall pine trees that surrounded his parent's home swayed in the wind.  It was steady becoming stronger, and Jack was trying desperately to keep his homework papers from flying away.  The storm would more than likely break that night.

"Uncle Toby, guess what!"  Sammy fell to her knees in the grass beside him and threw herself across his chest, knocking the wind from his lungs.  "My class is doing a play of Snow White, and my teacher wants _me_ to play the lead!"

"That's really great, Sammy."  Toby said, struggling to reclaim his breath.  "I can't wait to see it.  At this rate you'll be a world-famous actress by the time you're ten."

"Really?"  The little girl piped excitedly.  "You really think so?  Can I tell Mommy that?"

Before Toby had a chance to answer, another voice interrupted him.  "Tell me what?"

"Mommy!" Sammy squealed, leaping off her uncle's chest and bounding across the lawn to throw herself at her mother, who had just come threw the door to the back yard.  Sarah was just barely able to catch the whirlwind of child that clung to her waist with surprising strength, squeezing her around the middle for all she was worth.

Sarah grunted from the impact, trying to make an effort to hug her daughter with her briefcase still in hand.  "Well, hello to you too, pipsqueak.  Have you been good for Uncle Toby?  Jack, you're going to ruin your eyes if you do your homework in this light..."

"Or I'll be wearing bifocals by the time I'm fifteen.  I know."  Jack said, pushing his glasses back onto the bridge of his nose with a sense of dignity beyond his age.  

"Smarty pants."  Sarah smirked at her son.

"I was reading Uncle Toby the play again!"  Sammy piped up, drawing from her skirt pocket a worn screenplay bound in read leather, the word _Labyrinth_ glittering even in the weak light.  "He says I'm going to be a world famous actress someday!  Do you think he's right, Mommy?  Will I be famous like you are?"

"You mean I _was_."  Sarah corrected the little girl, a hint of a sad smile on her face.  "And I don't have a doubt in the world that he's right.  But before any of that happens, did you get your homework done first?"

"Er…"  Sammy's bright smile quickly receded into a guilty grimace, and she cast a quick glance over her shoulder at Toby for help.  Before Sarah could respond, Toby came riding to his niece's rescue on a white horse.  "It's only one page of math, Sarah.  Nothing that can't be done in an hour.  Sammy just really wanted to show off her good acting talents."  Toby recognized his older sister's infamous "that's not the point" look, and quickly continued before she could get a word in.  "Besides, she's been really good about getting all her homework done after she gets home from school, so she deserves a little break every now and then, right?"

Sarah pursed her lips, looking back and forth between Samantha's and Toby's identical, hopeful yet guilty smiles.  Jack was looking up from his homework, one eyebrow raised in question, awaiting his mother's decision.  Finally, Sarah sighed, giving in under the three intense stares.  "Alright, one day of play before homework is okay, but you have to get it done before bedtime, okay?"

"Uh-huh!" Sammy exclaimed, smiling brightly once again.  "Besides, Jack can always help me!  He's better in math than Uncle Toby, anyway!"

Toby scowled at his niece.  "Traitor."

Sarah couldn't help but smile.  "Alright, Jack can help you tonight, just as long as he's…"

"Done."  Jack finished for her, shutting his math book.  "One step ahead of you.  I can help Sammy with her homework when we get home.  Did you hear back from the interviewer yet, Mom?"

Sarah's smile grew a little wider.  Her son's intelligence and maturity beyond his years never ceased to amaze her.  "No, not yet.  They probably won't call until after six.  If they call at all, that is…"

                Silence settles in the backyard, only the rustling of the wind through the trees could be heard.  The two children and their uncle knew why she sounded so worried.  Five interviews this month so far, and for whatever reason, they had all been rejected, and it had been like this for the last three months.  True, Sarah managed to hold a steady job as a receptionist at a local counseling center, but the income made was just barely enough to make payments for her and her two children.

"You'll get the job, Mom."  Jack said finally in a gentle tone.  "There's no logical reason why they won't hire you, not with a résumé like yours.  Even a blind person wouldn't be able to miss your kind of potential."

"He's right, you know."  Toby added with a nod.  "If they don't hire you, then it just means that they don't deserve to have you in the first place."

"Thanks, you two."  Sarah smiled weakly at her son and brother.  "Jack, Samantha, we should be getting home.  Get your things together."  Sammy nodded brightly and disappeared into the house while Jack struggled to place all the loose leaves of paper into his books as the wind picked up speed again.  "I appreciate you watching the kids again, Toby."  Sarah said when both of her children were inside.

"Sarah, for the thousandth time, it's not a problem."  Toby sighed, picking himself up off the grass and brushing loose strands off his jeans.  "I would rather them be here than locked up in some day-care center where they're forced to take naps and sing 'Old McDonald' over and over.  Besides, consider it paybacks for all the times that Mom and Dad made you stay home to watch me."

That made Sarah laugh.  "Vengeance is sweet.  But I have to ask you…if you don't have plans, that is…if it would be possible for you to watch them again tomorrow?  I know Dad and Karen will be out of town for the weekend, but I have that interview in Springbank tomorrow, at five-thirty, and that drive's horrid enough as it is without the Friday-night traffic, I don't think Sammy or Jack want to wait around that long for me…"

Toby heaved a huge, fake sigh.  "Well, I _guess_ it's okay.  But you do know this cuts into a important night of watching B-rate horror movies and eating popcorn and drinking soda, right?  But, I _know_ how important this interview is for you…"

Sarah grinned, standing on tip-toe to kiss her little brother on the cheek.  "Thank you.  I appreciate it."

"Hey, what can I say, I love the little squirts.  Maybe we'll do a movie or go bowling tomorrow night.  Something fun for a Friday."

"That sounds great."  Sarah agreed as they walked through the backdoor and into the kitchen of their family's home.  "They need to get out and do something, not sit around and worry about my problems.  Jack, Sammy, are you ready yet?"

"Yes, Mom."  The two children answered simultaneously from the front room.

"Alright then, let's head home.  I have spaghetti planed for…"  Before she could say another word, a shrill beeping sound filled the tiled kitchen; Sarah's cell phone was ringing.  Heart pounding, she drew it from her purse and pressed the little button that accepted the call.  Toby looked anxious, a big, supportive grin plastered across his boyish his.  Jack and Sarah were also back in the kitchen, looking just as nervous as she felt.  Grinning, Sarah placed the little phone up to her ear.  "Hello?  Mr. Mathews!  Hello!  This is a surprise, I didn't expect to hear back from you so soon…  The position, of course! …oh…"  

Toby felt his stomach lurch.  That tone of voice was far from good, and the hopeful smiles on Jack and Sammy's face flickered.

"Yes…I understand…  No, no, there's no need to apologize.  Well, thank you anyway for your time… Yes.  Goodbye."  Sarah turned off her phone and dropped it back into her handbag.

"Sarah…" Toby began slowly as his sister stared down at the floor, her long dark hair hiding her eyes.  "I… I'm so sorry… Is there anything I can do?"

"…no, Toby.  It's alright.  I wasn't really expecting to get the job, anyway…  You can wish me luck on tomorrow's interview, though.  I'll need it.  Jack, Sammy, let's go home."

Jack was frowning, but he only nodded in silence.  Before he went to follow his mother, he walked up to his Uncle and shook his hand in a very adult-like fashion.  "Uncle Toby, until tomorrow."  Sammy had tears in her eyes when she rushed up and hugged her ankles around the knees.

"Bye, Uncle Toby."

"See you tomorrow, Munchkin."  Toby said, trying to smile.  "And don't be so sad.  Everything's going to be alright, okay?"  Sammy nodded, brushing the tears from her eyes before following her brother.

The drive home was commenced in silence.  Sammy sat huddled in the back seat, hugging her book bag to her chest, and Jack stared intensely out the front window.  They did not live too terribly far from her parent's house – just across town, really – but the ill news that Sarah had received in the kitchen made the car ride feel like an eternity.  The sky was growing ever darker above, and the trees were swaying harder in the strengthening wind.  It was not surprising when the first raindrops began to strike the window shield of the car.

"…I don't want either of you to feel like this is your fault, because it's not.  Don't feel like you have to worry about this at all, alright?  Everything will turn out for the better.  The job I'm being interviewed for tomorrow is better in the long run."

"You'll get that one Mom.  Assistance to a talent agent?  It's in the bag."  Jack said, still staring out the window.  Sarah smiled, but nothing more was said until they reached the parking lot of their apartment building.

Even though the apartment complex and clean and well-maintained, the neighbors friendly and the landlord fair and lenient when her payments were behind, it was not the ideal place where Sarah wanted to raise her children.  Going from a two-story, four bedroom house by the lake to a small, two-bedroom apartment was a drastic and difficult change, and it was all they could do to make the best of it.  Jack and Samantha even agreed to share a room so their mother could have some time to herself when she needed it, regardless that Sarah had offered the share the small master bedroom with Sammy so Jack could have someplace to call his own.

Sarah was beyond grateful that she was blessed with such wonderful children.

"You two go get cleaned up."  Sarah said as she unlocked the door and clicking on the front lights of the apartment.  "I'll go get dinner started."

"Do you need any help?" Jack offered.

"Maybe in a few minutes, sweetie."

"Okay…"  Jack and Sarah said in melancholy tones, setting down their backpacks and making their way to the single apartment bathroom.  Sarah watched after them for one sad moment, then turned towards the kitchen.

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Jack gathered cool water in his cupped hands and splashed it onto his face, sputtering as he groped blindly for a hand towel.  Sammy finished drying her hands and handed the towel over to her brother.

"Jack?  We are the reason why Mommy can't find a job, are we?"

The eleven-year-old finished drying his face and put his glasses back on, remaining quiet as he searched for the best answer that would not upset his sister.  "…that's the hard thing about being famous, Sammy.  Everyone knows about your life, and so a lot of people know when a once-famous play actress is raising two children by herself after her husband dies.  A lot of these jobs Mom's applying for need ready availability, and when you have two kids you have to worry about… Well, things can come up that can't be controlled, and it takes away from the attention she might need at work."

Sammy said nothing, only stood off to the side, head bowed low.  "They're all stupid."

"I know, Sammy.  I know.  It's always about them, never about the people who need it.  But things will be alright, Sammy.  You'll see."  His little sister sniffed, wiping her nose with the back of her hand.  "Hey, I'll tell you what.  After dinner and after homework's done, I'll help you with the lines in that play you're in, okay?  That way you'll be so good by opening night that everyone will see what a great actress you are."

"Okay…"

Jack smiled, took his sister by the hand, and together they walked to the kitchen.

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**To Be Continued…**

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Love it?  Hate it?  Do you want more?  If so, then please tell me!  And about continuing _The Opposing Pawn_ first, I kinda lied.  I really think this one has more potential, so it gets first dibs in updates, but only if you guys want it like that…


	2. Stormfront

_Chapter Two_

_Stormfront___

"Now be good for Uncle Toby.  I'll be back around nine."  Sarah told her children when she dropped them off at her parent's house the next day after school.  It had rained all through the night and well into that afternoon, coming down in drenching sheets as if it was never going to stop.  The faint growl of thunder lingered in the distance.  "Just because Grandma and Grandpa are out of town doesn't mean you can run wild.  I don't want to come back and find him hog-tied like last time…"

"Don't worry, Sarah.  I got some stuff in mind that'll have them tired out long before you get home.  You better get going before you're late."

Sarah shifted her umbrella on her shoulder, and looked skeptically at her son and daughter.  Samantha was grinning innocently up at her with her bug brown, puppy dog eyes.  Jack was, as always, cool and serious, but today he was wearing the small, mischievous smile he had inherited from his father.

"Don't worry, Mom.  We'll be good."

With one last "Don't-let-them-walk-all-over-you" look at Toby, Sarah kissed both her children and walked down the narrow path to her car, and before she could get the key into the door lock she heard Toby ask: "So, what kind of pizza do you guys want?  If we get two large four-toppings, we get two free two-liter bottles of soda and a pack a peanut M&Ms!"

Sarah couldn't help but laugh, shaking her head.  He was giving them sugar right away?  Her little brother was going to have his hands full tonight…

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_Well, so much for a night out._  Toby thought glumly as he continued to light candles around the living room, trying to purge as much darkness as possible.  _It figures that the power would go out, but in weather like this, I shouldn't be so surprised._  Outside the bay windows of the front room, the wind picked up to frightening speed, screaming across the roof and whipping the trees outside into a mad frenzy.  Rain lashed violently at the windows.  The small radio that he had at his bedside warned of tropical storms (which was odd, for this time of year) and advised people to stay indoors.  

_At least Sarah's all right_.  He thought with a relieved mental sigh.  _It was good of her to call when she got to Springbank.  That's one less thing the kids have to worry about tonight.  Maybe the storm will die down by the time she gets home, but I think we don't have to count on her showing up at nine… Maybe I should have told her to hold up in a motel for the night, at least until the worse of the storm is passed.  It's not like I can't take care of Jack and Sammy for one night…_

The living room was littered with rumpled up napkins and discarded paper plates, the two massive pizza boxes nearly empty with nothing more than half-eaten crusts and bits of congealed cheese clinging to the inner cardboard surfaces.  It  had truly surprised him how much those two little kids could eat.  He had hoped that afterwards they could have gone to the movies or something along those lines, but the sudden power outage put a stop to that idea real quick.  Now they were left with little to do than sit and listen to the storm.

Jack was lying on his stomach on the floor, looking desperate to try to read his book by candle light, but his furrowed brow and deep frown told Toby that is wasn't working well.  Sammy was curled up on the couch, buried under a big wool blanket, whimpering slightly with every crash of lightning.  Toby knew that Jack could care less if the storm picked up into a full-scale hurricane, but he knew of Sammy's dislike of such weather, and the last thing he wanted was for her to feel any more miserable than she already was.  Trying to think of something that could help take her mind off the storm, he spotted his sister's worn old copy of _Labyrinth_ lying on the table.  He smiled.

"Hey, Sammy…"  He knelt in front of his niece, and the little girl looked at his through the space between her arms.  "What's your favorite part in _Labyrinth_?"

Sammy sniffed, but brining up the topic of her favorite book was already side-tracking her mind away from the storm.  "When the Goblin King shows up for the first time."

"Really?"  Toby said was faux surprise.  "I didn't know that.  But you know, I really can't remember how that part went.  Could you help remind me?"

"It started when the young girl couldn't stand watching over her baby brother anymore."  Sammy began, her voice growing more confident.  "And she was hurt by her stepmother, so she decided to call on the Goblins for help.  She wished her little brother away, and then the Goblin King appeared, but she told him she really didn't mean it…"

"I'm beginning to remember!"  Toby said, pretended to become excited over his returning memory.  "He showed up in her bedroom."

"Yep!  Do you remember what he said?"

"I think so…but in order to really remember, I think I need to get into character…"  Toby stood back up and hastily walked over to the closest under the stairs, groping blindly through the darkness until he found what he was looking for.  It was his sister's old costume trunk, full of all her old outfits that she didn't take with her to college.  He undid the latches on the lid and flipped it open, the old and worn scent of dust and mothballs raising to meet him.  Rummaging around in the trunk, relaying on his touch alone, he found what he was looking for.  His fingers grazed the soft velvet material of an old cloak, spangled with round beads and sequences.  A smile crossed his face as he drew it out, wrapping the old cloak around his body.  "Sammy, what was it that she said to the Goblin King?"

Sammy's voice became desperate, pleading.  "'_Return the child, please, if it's all the same_.'"

Toby's grin grew wider as he stepped out from the closest into the light and shadow of the candle-lit room, and Sammy squealed in delight.  "'_What's said is said_.'" Toby responded, his voice low and serious.

Stifling her giggles, Sammy took a step towards him.  "'_But, I didn't mean it!_'"

Toby arched an eyebrow, crossing his arms across his lithe chest.  "_Oh, you didn't_?'"

"'_Please, return him to me_!'"

"'_Are you not happy with your granted wish?  Forget about the baby_.'"

Just before Sammy could continue, lightning flashed, flooding the room with intense white light and thunder boomed a heartbeat later, shaking the house to its foundations.  The eight-year old screamed in fright, clapping her hands over her ears and dropping to her knees.  Toby jumped, and even Jack sprang to his feet, startling out of the world his book drew him into.  When the sound of thunder died, leaving only pounding rain in its wake, Toby chuckled.  "Sounds like the storm's hit its zenith now."

"What's…zenith?"  Sammy asked in a small voice.

"High point.  Worse of the worse."  Jack answered, sitting up and rubbing his eyes, which had finally given out due to the weak light.

Sammy whimpered.  "Are we safe?  Is the house going to blow over?"

Toby cocked his head, listening to the rain hammering on the roof and the wind howling in the trees.  Down the street, something was lodged loose – perhaps a mailbox, or a stray trashcan – and hit the pavement of the street, rolling away.  Chances are the worse they would see the next morning was maybe a few downed trees, and the roof was definitely going to be short a few shingles, but the damage would not be much worse than that.  "I don't think we have to worry about the house blowing over."

"What about….burglars?"

Jack raised an eyebrow over his glasses.  "Burglars?"

"Yeah… All the scary stories say that they like breaking into homes during storms when all the lights are out and there are no parents home…"

Toby smirked.  He knew that he was to blame for that insane notion, letting them watch those scary suspense movies when he was watching them at night, and the chances of anyone breaking in was slim, but he could not resist the opportunity to tease his niece.  "I don't think they would be able to come in through the front or back door, seeing that they're both locked.  But you know that tree in front goes right up to Grandma and Grandpa's room, so they could climb up that tree and right through the window…"

"Uncle Toby, you're so mean!"  Sammy squealed, launching herself from her squatting position and latching around his middle, making him overbalance and sending him toppling into the couch with a cry of surprise.  Toby struggled, but Sammy was surprisingly stronger than she seemed; she sat on his chest and rendering him immobile.

"Ack!  Jack!  Just don't sit there, come and help me!" Toby's pleas for help were betrayed when Jack did indeed get up from the floor, but instead went to his sister's aid, helping her pin Toby further to the couch as the two children tickled him relentlessly.  The storm outside was forgotten in the three-person tickle fest, the sounds of the laughter filling the room, drowning out all others.

The only thing that broke the laughter was the loud thump on the floor from the upstairs bedroom.

All three of them stopped immediately, as if someone had hit the "mute" button, staring up at the ceiling above with large, anxious eyes.

"Oh, no…"  Sammy moaned quietly.  "Uncle Toby…there's something upstairs…"

Toby sat up slowly, never taking his eyes off the ceiling.  "I'm sure it's nothing.  Something probably just got knocked over."

"By what?" Jack asked cynically.

"Well…maybe Grandma left something on the edge of her dresser…" His voice trailed off as he heard, very faintly, the faint pulse of footsteps threading across the upstairs carpet.  _Or not…Of course the phones would be out now…_

"Okay you two, wait here.  I'm going to go take a look."

"What, are you nuts?" Jack snapped as his sister whimpered.  "We don't know who's up there!  They have a knife on them, or worse!"

"Did I say I was going in unarmed?" Toby asked.  Eyes glued to the stairwell just in case whatever it was upstairs decided to come downstairs, he slowly walked backwards until he felt his back press against the kitchen door.  He opened it slowly, reaching one arm around the corner and grouping for the nearest utensil that could be used as a weapon.  He hoped he could get a hold of a knife, at least…

His fingers closed around a cold, stainless-steel handle and he whipped his hand back in front of him, holding his weapon defensively before him.  "Alright.  I'm going in…"

"Uncle Toby…" Jack sounded far from impressed.  "That's a ladle."

Toby frowned and looked down, seeing that he was indeed hold a deep silver ladle in his hand.  Despite her fear, Samantha giggled.  "Well, if he comes close at all…I'll spoon him to death.  Now, you two stay here."  Without looking back, he slowly began to ascend the stairs and into darkness.

For the first few seconds, neither child moved.  Jack peered up into the darkness like an owl as Samantha clutched desperately to his arm.  Finally, Jack sighed.  "Come on, let's follow him."

The upstairs of their grandparent's house was completely dark, illuminated only by the frequent flashes of lightning from the storm.  The wind was howling through the tiny cracks in the window planes, making the hallway seem to be infested with ghosts.  With each flash of lightning, Toby could see the doors along the hallway had been opened, one by one.  Toby's room, the bathroom, their mother's old room when she lived here…  There was only one door left.

Toby stood by the door that led to his parent's bedroom, one hand poised over the doorknob.  In another flash of lightning, he caught slight movement out of the corner of his eye.  His head snapped around to see Jack and Samantha standing right next to him.  "I thought I told you two to stay downstairs!" he hissed through clenched teeth.

"We're not letting you go in alone."

"Jack, take Samantha downstairs now!"

Jack raised an eyebrow.  "Ladle."

Toby sighed, dejected.  Didn't he just say himself it probably wasn't anything but their overactive imaginations?  "Fine.  Just…stay back, okay?  If it is anything…be ready to run when I say so."

"Uncle Toby…" Sammy whispered.

"It's okay, munchkin."  Taking a deep breath, he grabbed hold of the doorknob and pushed the door open.

The room was silent and dark.  At first, it looked like there was nothing wrong.  Still…

Something wasn't right.  A tingling sensation prickled along Toby's back and neck, making all his hair stand on end.  Why did this all seem…so very familiar?  Like a long forgotten dream…

Lightning flashed, and it was only too late when he saw the shadow-cloaked figure move swiftly towards them.

"You!"

It was the only sound Toby could make before something struck him on the side of the head, and he knew no more.

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**To Be Continued…**

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